A LABOUR OF LOVE

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THIS IS THE STORY OF A RELATIONSHIP AND RELATIONSHIPS

Submitted: March 08, 2008

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Submitted: March 08, 2008

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A LABOUR OF LOVE-L.PRAVEEN DHANASEELAN
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sundaram and Sita were a made for each other couple but they did not have children. Three years had gone by since their marriage and they couldn’t manage the prying questions they were made to face by their kith and kin. Sweet are the uses of adversity, for they could be closer to each other than ever before.
 
It was then that Brownie entered their lives. The name Brownie was indeed a misnomer. That name was meant for a chubby and rotund little puppy that was actually black in colour with a brown colouring on his under sides with patches of brown near his eyes. In fact, he was more of a blackie than a brownie.
 
Brownie was always a special Dog for the Sundarams for they had never experienced the atmosphere of love that a life with a dog would bring. For the first time in their lives, had they had some thing to shower all their love upon, a temporary solution for a life without children, so it seemed. Brownie, the son of a stray Dog, returned to them a love that was three times as much. Brownie occupied a pride of place in their lives. They gave it all they had. They set aside a part of their daily intake of food and milk for him.
 
The most wonderful thing about Brownie was his desire to be with them most of the time. He followed them whenever they went outside ,to the work spot, the shopping area and other places n ,he gave them a loving reason to come back home.
 
They took him for walks late in the evenings. Brownie would get much excited during these walks. “Lovely, isn’t he?”, Sita used to say, He would jump on his hind legs and then on his fore legs. He loved our company.
 
They were the trinity-Sundaram, Sita and Brownie. Their love for Brownie brought them closer to each other .Brownie was their consolation in times of grief.
 
The sight of Brownie, jumping, dancing running, scrambling, sniffing and whining excitedly in their presence was evergreen in their memory.
 
Strangely glad times seem to come to an end as though to emphasise the transience of life itself. “Sundarm,Our Brownie seems to be sick”, said Sita one day.  Sundaram and Sita noticed that he wasn’t eating anything. He made some feeble efforts to drink some milk when they persuaded him to do so but sadly he could only lick a few drops.
 
“Brownie, please do eat something”, said Sita time and again but to no avail. The next day, he was still worse. He vomited whatever little he had inside. He continued to remain weak but managed to wag his tail when they addressed him. The following Sunday,Sundaram opened the door, as usual, to wish him a good morning. “Brownie”,Sundaram called out. He was just able to lift his head but couldn’t wag his tail. He seemed unable to lift his head.Sita went out a few minutes later .What she saw, she could never accept as being true. “Brownie”, she called out, “My dear little Brownie” The weak little Brownie lifted his and dropped it down-probably, it was the last. He laid dead beneath Sundaram’s Bajaj Scooter.
 
Sundaram’s memory took him back to the night when it was raining heavily. Brownie had called out in a manner unique to its own.Sita wanted to have him inside. They opened the door. Brownie came inside gracefully and gratefully. He sat on the carpet in the front room. Sundaram and Sita slept in the bedroom. The next day, they found that Brownie had come into the bedroom for he was sleeping on their Bedroom carpet. Sita wanted to have Brownie inside their house the next day when it was raining once again. Sundaram was determined not to let him in the next time .He felt that they were getting too emotionally involved with Brownie. Finally he had his way. He felt that Brownie would have to solve his difficulties himself as any other animal would do. But now with Brownie dead, he felt all the more guilty.
 
Brownie had seen a dignified death reaffirming the dignity of life in his own sweet way.
 
Sita wept on Sundaram’s shoulder saying, “Why did you bring Brownie in our lives? I can’t bear this loss. I don’t want to live anymore”. Sundaram did his best to pacify her but failed miserably as he shed tears of his own.
 
Life’s circle started moving once again but there was a great void that was hard to fill. There couldn’t be any other dog like their Brownie; they felt strongly. They experienced terrible grief on the following day.
 
“Let us learn from the good behaviour that Brownie showed during his short life on earth”, said Sundaram to Sita.And Sita nodded in agreement. Brownie’s death brought Sundaram and Sita closer to each than ever before.
A LABOUR OF LOVE-L.PRAVEEN DHANASEELAN
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sundaram and Sita were a made for each other couple but they did not have children. Three years had gone by since their marriage and they couldn’t manage the prying questions they were made to face by their kith and kin. Sweet are the uses of adversity, for they could be closer to each other than ever before.
 
It was then that Brownie entered their lives. The name Brownie was indeed a misnomer. That name was meant for a chubby and rotund little puppy that was actually black in colour with a brown colouring on his under sides with patches of brown near his eyes. In fact, he was more of a blackie than a brownie.
 
Brownie was always a special Dog for the Sundarams for they had never experienced the atmosphere of love that a life with a dog would bring. For the first time in their lives, had they had some thing to shower all their love upon, a temporary solution for a life without children, so it seemed. Brownie, the son of a stray Dog, returned to them a love that was three times as much. Brownie occupied a pride of place in their lives. They gave it all they had. They set aside a part of their daily intake of food and milk for him.
 
The most wonderful thing about Brownie was his desire to be with them most of the time. He followed them whenever they went outside ,to the work spot, the shopping area and other places n ,he gave them a loving reason to come back home.
 
They took him for walks late in the evenings. Brownie would get much excited during these walks. “Lovely, isn’t he?”, Sita used to say, He would jump on his hind legs and then on his fore legs. He loved our company.
 
They were the trinity-Sundaram, Sita and Brownie. Their love for Brownie brought them closer to each other .Brownie was their consolation in times of grief.
 
The sight of Brownie, jumping, dancing running, scrambling, sniffing and whining excitedly in their presence was evergreen in their memory.
 
Strangely glad times seem to come to an end as though to emphasise the transience of life itself. “Sundarm,Our Brownie seems to be sick”, said Sita one day.  Sundaram and Sita noticed that he wasn’t eating anything. He made some feeble efforts to drink some milk when they persuaded him to do so but sadly he could only lick a few drops.
 
“Brownie, please do eat something”, said Sita time and again but to no avail. The next day, he was still worse. He vomited whatever little he had inside. He continued to remain weak but managed to wag his tail when they addressed him. The following Sunday,Sundaram opened the door, as usual, to wish him a good morning. “Brownie”,Sundaram called out. He was just able to lift his head but couldn’t wag his tail. He seemed unable to lift his head.Sita went out a few minutes later .What she saw, she could never accept as being true. “Brownie”, she called out, “My dear little Brownie” The weak little Brownie lifted his and dropped it down-probably, it was the last. He laid dead beneath Sundaram’s Bajaj Scooter.
 
Sundaram’s memory took him back to the night when it was raining heavily. Brownie had called out in a manner unique to its own.Sita wanted to have him inside. They opened the door. Brownie came inside gracefully and gratefully. He sat on the carpet in the front room. Sundaram and Sita slept in the bedroom. The next day, they found that Brownie had come into the bedroom for he was sleeping on their Bedroom carpet. Sita wanted to have Brownie inside their house the next day when it was raining once again. Sundaram was determined not to let him in the next time .He felt that they were getting too emotionally involved with Brownie. Finally he had his way. He felt that Brownie would have to solve his difficulties himself as any other animal would do. But now with Brownie dead, he felt all the more guilty.
 
Brownie had seen a dignified death reaffirming the dignity of life in his own sweet way.
 
Sita wept on Sundaram’s shoulder saying, “Why did you bring Brownie in our lives? I can’t bear this loss. I don’t want to live anymore”. Sundaram did his best to pacify her but failed miserably as he shed tears of his own.
 
Life’s circle started moving once again but there was a great void that was hard to fill. There couldn’t be any other dog like their Brownie; they felt strongly. They experienced terrible grief on the following day.
 
“Let us learn from the good behaviour that Brownie showed during his short life on earth”, said Sundaram to Sita.And Sita nodded in agreement. Brownie’s death brought Sundaram and Sita closer to each than ever before.
A LABOUR OF LOVE-L.PRAVEEN DHANASEELAN
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sundaram and Sita were a made for each other couple but they did not have children. Three years had gone by since their marriage and they couldn’t manage the prying questions they were made to face by their kith and kin. Sweet are the uses of adversity, for they could be closer to each other than ever before.
 
It was then that Brownie entered their lives. The name Brownie was indeed a misnomer. That name was meant for a chubby and rotund little puppy that was actually black in colour with a brown colouring on his under sides with patches of brown near his eyes. In fact, he was more of a blackie than a brownie.
 
Brownie was always a special Dog for the Sundarams for they had never experienced the atmosphere of love that a life with a dog would bring. For the first time in their lives, had they had some thing to shower all their love upon, a temporary solution for a life without children, so it seemed. Brownie, the son of a stray Dog, returned to them a love that was three times as much. Brownie occupied a pride of place in their lives. They gave it all they had. They set aside a part of their daily intake of food and milk for him.
 
The most wonderful thing about Brownie was his desire to be with them most of the time. He followed them whenever they went outside ,to the work spot, the shopping area and other places n ,he gave them a loving reason to come back home.
 
They took him for walks late in the evenings. Brownie would get much excited during these walks. “Lovely, isn’t he?”, Sita used to say, He would jump on his hind legs and then on his fore legs. He loved our company.
 
They were the trinity-Sundaram, Sita and Brownie. Their love for Brownie brought them closer to each other .Brownie was their consolation in times of grief.
 
The sight of Brownie, jumping, dancing running, scrambling, sniffing and whining excitedly in their presence was evergreen in their memory.
 
Strangely glad times seem to come to an end as though to emphasise the transience of life itself. “Sundarm,Our Brownie seems to be sick”, said Sita one day.  Sundaram and Sita noticed that he wasn’t eating anything. He made some feeble efforts to drink some milk when they persuaded him to do so but sadly he could only lick a few drops.
 
“Brownie, please do eat something”, said Sita time and again but to no avail. The next day, he was still worse. He vomited whatever little he had inside. He continued to remain weak but managed to wag his tail when they addressed him. The following Sunday,Sundaram opened the door, as usual, to wish him a good morning. “Brownie”,Sundaram called out. He was just able to lift his head but couldn’t wag his tail. He seemed unable to lift his head.Sita went out a few minutes later .What she saw, she could never accept as being true. “Brownie”, she called out, “My dear little Brownie” The weak little Brownie lifted his and dropped it down-probably, it was the last. He laid dead beneath Sundaram’s Bajaj Scooter.
 
Sundaram’s memory took him back to the night when it was raining heavily. Brownie had called out in a manner unique to its own.Sita wanted to have him inside. They opened the door. Brownie came inside gracefully and gratefully. He sat on the carpet in the front room. Sundaram and Sita slept in the bedroom. The next day, they found that Brownie had come into the bedroom for he was sleeping on their Bedroom carpet. Sita wanted to have Brownie inside their house the next day when it was raining once again. Sundaram was determined not to let him in the next time .He felt that they were getting too emotionally involved with Brownie. Finally he had his way. He felt that Brownie would have to solve his difficulties himself as any other animal would do. But now with Brownie dead, he felt all the more guilty.
 
Brownie had seen a dignified death reaffirming the dignity of life in his own sweet way.
 
Sita wept on Sundaram’s shoulder saying, “Why did you bring Brownie in our lives? I can’t bear this loss. I don’t want to live anymore”. Sundaram did his best to pacify her but failed miserably as he shed tears of his own.
 
Life’s circle started moving once again but there was a great void that was hard to fill. There couldn’t be any other dog like their Brownie; they felt strongly. They experienced terrible grief on the following day.
 
“Let us learn from the good behaviour that Brownie showed during his short life on earth”, said Sundaram to Sita.And Sita nodded in agreement. Brownie’s death brought Sundaram and Sita closer to each than ever before.
A LABOUR OF LOVE-L.PRAVEEN DHANASEELAN
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sundaram and Sita were a made for each other couple but they did not have children. Three years had gone by since their marriage and they couldn’t manage the prying questions they were made to face by their kith and kin. Sweet are the uses of adversity, for they could be closer to each other than ever before.
 
It was then that Brownie entered their lives. The name Brownie was indeed a misnomer. That name was meant for a chubby and rotund little puppy that was actually black in colour with a brown colouring on his under sides with patches of brown near his eyes. In fact, he was more of a blackie than a brownie.
 
Brownie was always a special Dog for the Sundarams for they had never experienced the atmosphere of love that a life with a dog would bring. For the first time in their lives, had they had some thing to shower all their love upon, a temporary solution for a life without children, so it seemed. Brownie, the son of a stray Dog, returned to them a love that was three times as much. Brownie occupied a pride of place in their lives. They gave it all they had. They set aside a part of their daily intake of food and milk for him.
 
The most wonderful thing about Brownie was his desire to be with them most of the time. He followed them whenever they went outside ,to the work spot, the shopping area and other places n ,he gave them a loving reason to come back home.
 
They took him for walks late in the evenings. Brownie would get much excited during these walks. “Lovely, isn’t he?”, Sita used to say, He would jump on his hind legs and then on his fore legs. He loved our company.
 
They were the trinity-Sundaram, Sita and Brownie. Their love for Brownie brought them closer to each other .Brownie was their consolation in times of grief.
 
The sight of Brownie, jumping, dancing running, scrambling, sniffing and whining excitedly in their presence was evergreen in their memory.
 
Strangely glad times seem to come to an end as though to emphasise the transience of life itself. “Sundarm,Our Brownie seems to be sick”, said Sita one day.  Sundaram and Sita noticed that he wasn’t eating anything. He made some feeble efforts to drink some milk when they persuaded him to do so but sadly he could only lick a few drops.
 
“Brownie, please do eat something”, said Sita time and again but to no avail. The next day, he was still worse. He vomited whatever little he had inside. He continued to remain weak but managed to wag his tail when they addressed him. The following Sunday,Sundaram opened the door, as usual, to wish him a good morning. “Brownie”,Sundaram called out. He was just able to lift his head but couldn’t wag his tail. He seemed unable to lift his head.Sita went out a few minutes later .What she saw, she could never accept as being true. “Brownie”, she called out, “My dear little Brownie” The weak little Brownie lifted his and dropped it down-probably, it was the last. He laid dead beneath Sundaram’s Bajaj Scooter.
 
Sundaram’s memory took him back to the night when it was raining heavily. Brownie had called out in a manner unique to its own.Sita wanted to have him inside. They opened the door. Brownie came inside gracefully and gratefully. He sat on the carpet in the front room. Sundaram and Sita slept in the bedroom. The next day, they found that Brownie had come into the bedroom for he was sleeping on their Bedroom carpet. Sita wanted to have Brownie inside their house the next day when it was raining once again. Sundaram was determined not to let him in the next time .He felt that they were getting too emotionally involved with Brownie. Finally he had his way. He felt that Brownie would have to solve his difficulties himself as any other animal would do. But now with Brownie dead, he felt all the more guilty.
 
Brownie had seen a dignified death reaffirming the dignity of life in his own sweet way.
 
Sita wept on Sundaram’s shoulder saying, “Why did you bring Brownie in our lives? I can’t bear this loss. I don’t want to live anymore”. Sundaram did his best to pacify her but failed miserably as he shed tears of his own.
 
Life’s circle started moving once again but there was a great void that was hard to fill. There couldn’t be any other dog like their Brownie; they felt strongly. They experienced terrible grief on the following day.
 
“Let us learn from the good behaviour that Brownie showed during his short life on earth”, said Sundaram to Sita.And Sita nodded in agreement. Brownie’s death brought Sundaram and Sita closer to each than ever before.


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